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Since my mom died I've thought about "unconditional" love a lot. Parents have unconditional love. My dad loves me unconditionally. It's strange knowing there isn't anything I can do to make my dad not love me, especially since my mother is dead. When she died, we grew closer because we are aware of our mortality.
I love him unconditionally too, as strange as that seems. I love him because I understand him, because he is my blood, my background and the only predictable thing about tomorrow and the next day and the next day.
Love is strange, don't you think?
I love him unconditionally too, as strange as that seems. I love him because I understand him, because he is my blood, my background and the only predictable thing about tomorrow and the next day and the next day.
Love is strange, don't you think?